Rialto Little Comedian Letras:
Here comes the star of the show, but he's got
piss on his clothes - still he's the man with
all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let's have
your warmest welcome for the world's biggest
little cunt. There's no curtain call, no
screaming applause. Little comedian, flat on my
face again; and no one's laughing, little
comedian. Knock knock, I wonder who's that?
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Knocking everyone's drinks back and treading
shit into the rug. It's the boy with the poison
inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine,
still he's his mother's favourite thug.
There's no curtain call, no screaming applause.
[CHORUS]
8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom
calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning. Head
hung over the basin, memories of last night
racing, to the mirror with sick face in There's
no curtain call, no screaming applause. [CHORUS]
Letras: Little Comedian Rialto [final]